Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.